Lawnmower buzz has replaced snowblower buzz and flipflops have replaced Sorels and popsicles have replaced hot chocolate. And I was recently introduced to the best popsicles I’ve ever had. (Please notice all the conditionals in that sentence—I’m talking about me.) By the end of a modest six-mile Saturday hike, a popsicle sounded perfect, and a friend drove us over to Angelitos in Rose Park.
Angelitos has a full menu and a giant TV dedicated to soccer, but we were entranced by the coffin case packed with a glassine-wrapped rainbow— paletas, ice lollies, popsicles.
Yes, there are all the usual flavors, and the strawberry one tasted just like a frozen berry, but the range of tastes puts Baskin-Robbins to shame. Arroz tastes like frozen rice pudding which is enormously better than the non-frozen dessert. (Admittedly, I feel much the same about rice pudding as A.A. Milne’s Mary Jane in When We Were Very Young, though I usually keep my shoes on about it.)
Choose pepino (cucumber) with chile; mango; jamaica; coconut; nut; cajeta; guyaba; pineapple; tamarind…I chose the mango-chile pop, rosy red studded with yellow chunks of mango. Oh my.
Close your eyes, put on your sweater, suck on one of these and presto!
It’s summertime.
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